It was Monday and the gym is packed just like it normally is. I walk out of the dressing room and head toward my treadmill. Though it is packed, most everyone knew not to get on my machine or there would be hell to pay. I get close to my machine to see that there is in fact someone, a guy, on my treadmill. "Oh hell no!" I thought. I finally got up to the machine and got a good look at him. He was about 6'2" built, but not overdone, and has auburn colored hair. I tapped him on the shoulder and after he took his headphones off he said, "How may I help you my beautiful lady?"
"You are on my machine." I tell him.
"I know." He replies simply. He flashes me a crooked smile.
Oh no he didn't! "Please get off of my machine. You have already thrown me off schedule." I answered my anger increasing.
"Can you give me another 2 minutes and I'll give you 'your' machine." He replied. He flashed me a smile that made me melt.
Wait, me melting? That's not
how I am supposed to feel. Not after what happened with Jake.
"Fine!" I spat.
He looked at me funny because I took a little longer to answer him than normal. Finally he got off of my machine and I got on. But because of my anger I ran harder and longer than normal. I was going to regret that later, but I wasn't going to let it show. After I got done, I went into the locker room. I opened up my locker (#10) to find a single red rose and a note.